I'll give you 3 seconds to guess what isn't working. 1...2...3...

If you guessed the GODDAMN FUCKING AIR CONDITIONER, you were right.

There is snow in our basement. Oh, the irony of it all. There is some sort of leak causing some sort of clog causing ice and snow to build up around the coils. All of this is causing the A/C to NOT WORK. AGAIN. Rob did internet research to troubleshoot the problem while I sat in the corner, rocking back and forth and crying. I'm in the midst of a major meltdown right now, of both the temperature and emotional kinds.

And of course it's a fucking 3-day weekend. Of course it is.

As always, thanks to Kristine for heading this up.

View from front door (in/out)

Here's the view of inside our house from the front door, and here is our front yard. We have a small, shady front yard. As that white car shows you, our house sits very near the road; this is why the kitties aren't allowed outside unless on a harness. We have a front porch but we never sit on it, because we have a big deck in the back which is where we spend our time.

Keys

I have keys to our house and garage, my parents' house, my Honda Civic, Rob's Ford Escort, a bike lock that I never use, and a safe deposit box at the bank we've had for two years and never used. I've had the wooden Rob keychain since high school. I added the star carabiner after I got tired of digging through my purse to find my keys. I also like it because it makes it easy to slip off my car key, which I keep on a separate ring. When I go running, I just unclip the carabiner, slip off my car key, tie it to my drawstring, and leave everything else locked in the car.

Relic from past relationship

Since Rob and I dated exclusively starting in high school, I've only had one other relationship. It was in 8th grade and so not really a relationship, but it's all I've got, people. This is the dude who didn't believe girls could be doctors and whom Doreen broke up with the year before because he was making armpit farts. Yeah, a real winner. The boy could write love notes, though, and I thought I had kept those just for shits and giggles, but I searched the house last night and couldn't find them. He also gave me a necklace with a little flute on it (I played flute in middle school) but I can't find that either. What I did find was a keychain I bought for myself soon after this boy and I started "going out." His last name was Bolden, and I bought this keychain so I could pretend it said Kelly Bolden. I explained this to Rob last evening and he did not get it. I told him that at the time I was big into doodling my first name/boy's last name in notebooks, so I had been very excited to have found it on a keychain. "But it doesn't say Bolden," he said. "It says Bold." Well yes, there is that.